"The dan cliffs are scattered, and the valleys are dangerous and dangerous. The storm is coming, and the wind is pouring on long scrolls. It is also a masterpiece." Ao Ye looked at the copybook with the ink traces in front of him and commented.

"Thank you, Mr. Ao Ye." The old man with shiny skin was full of excitement, as if he had received a huge gift, bowed to Ao Ye and asked again: "Is there anything that needs to be modified?"

Ao Ye looked at the bald old man and asked, "What do you think?"

"I think...I don't think I don't." The bald old man felt good about himself.

Just kidding, I have written calligraphy for decades and have abandoned tens of thousands of pen tips. This is another exquisite work written on the spot in front of Mr. Ao Ye, in order to be able to win the lead and make Mr. Ao Ye praise him well.

Such a work is not easily written by him.

But I don’t know what’s going on. He was stared at by Mr. Ao Ye’s eyes and he felt a little unconfident...

Perhaps, what else needs to be modified?

"Mr. Ao Ye thinks there is?"

"I don't think it's not." Ao Ye said.

“…”

The bald old man breathed a long sigh of relief, and a big rock fell into the ground in his heart. He said to the old friends around him who were watching the fun: "I was scared and sweaty. It was really hard to hear Mr. Ao Ye say "Okay".

"Old Jia, just be content. Lao Lin's comment just now was "I'm not a vulgar fan, it's better not to comment on it."

"That's right, my comment is "I don't miss the third-rate, I don't go to the hall, I'm just ordinary."

"Why are mine so vulgar? I just changed my pen-writing method\u001c..." An old man with a small braid said dissatisfied.

His cursive script was rated as "mediocre and vulgar fans" by Ao Ye. This evaluation was a humiliation for the old men who had been famous for a long time, so he had always been worried.

Ao Ye looked at Xiaopizi and asked, "Are you not convinced?"

"I don't agree." Xiaopengzi said.

"Then keep it." Ao Ye said.

“……”

Su Wenlong walked to Ao Ye and said, "Sir, is there something wrong with Lao Lin's handwriting?"

"He thinks it's okay, then it's okay." Ao Ye said. If you ask me to comment, I will tell the truth. If I tell the truth, you are not happy, so what else can I say?

Do I still want to hold your hand and rewrite it again and say that I should do this...Isn't this a shame?

Business people know how to sell goods and understand businessmen, not to mention that they are full of talent and knowledge... Of course, they also need to teach those who are truly charitable.

If you want to become a demon, then you will become a demon. What does it have to do with me?

Su Wenlong knew Ao Ye’s temper and advised him was meaningless. So he walked to Xiaobianzi and said, “Lao Lin, you are so old, why are you still so... A dead duck is stubborn? You flew from Jinling to Jinghai from afar, just wanting to ask your gentleman to give you some advice? Are there any problems with your words? Do you have no idea?”

"But his words were too ugly." The old man with pigtail glanced at Ao Ye and said in a low voice.

He knew something was wrong with his writing, so he took this pen meeting to go to Jinghai to ask for help from Ao Ye. However, when he saw the words he wrote, Ao Ye put on a painful expression of "smelling the smell of shit", and the comments he gave were even more hurtful: vulgar powder, it would be better not to comment.

It would be fine if you don’t comment, but what should you do with the four words “vulgar powder” in front of it?

I have commented on all the comments, but I look disdainful... I say I won't comment.

Who doesn’t have a name but a home?

Even the primary school apprentice who just now had no reason to humiliate others like this.

What's more, I am already so old... Do you understand respecting the elderly and loving the young?

"I know Master, and he speaks badly..." Su Wenlong glanced at Ao Ye and gritted his teeth and said, "That proves that what he said is true. The problem with your word is big. The more this happens, the more you should humbly ask Master for advice and ask him to help you split the fog and give me some advice. Otherwise, you will have to make mistakes again and again, and you will never get up in the quagmire."

Lin Yuting sighed deeply and said, "I understand this principle too..."

He turned around, bowed deeply to Ao Ye, apologized and said, "Mr. Ao Ye, I don't mean to be angry with you. I just... I can't think about this for a moment."

"I'm wrong, too." Ao Ye said.

Everyone was shocked when they heard Ao Ye "reported to admit his mistakes".

"Sir, don't say that, you are not wrong. You are also for the sake of Lao Lin..." As Ao Ye's eldest disciple, Su Wenlong spoke out for advice immediately.

"Strict teachers produce great disciples. Mr. Ao Ye repeatedly advised us, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is our master... What's wrong with the master saying a few words about the disciple? The older master greeted the disciple directly..."

"It's all a family, so don't be so distant... Mr. Ao Ye should keep his true nature. If you speak like this, the old man feels so frustrated..."

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Ao Ye ignored the noise of the people around him, looked at Lin Yuting and said, "I shouldn't tell the truth, so that you can't get out of Taiwan."

“…”

Lin Yuting felt that she was not just unable to get out of Taiwan now, she was simply a social death...

How great aggrievance is it? Do you want to humiliate me twice a day?

Fortunately, Ao Ye did not mean anything to say this. Since Lin Yuting had already apologized humbly, Ao Ye did not hide it anymore, but pointed to his words and said, "You are already in a devil."

"Going into a devil?" Lin Yuting looked at Ao Ye with a panic on his face and said, "It's just... it's just... making a little attempt and change."

"There is nothing wrong with trying, and change is also worthy of encouragement. Just like Su Wenlong... In order to make him seek a "round and natural", I asked him to put his regular script into the cursive script. However, blindly seeking innovation and difference and being different, he got into a misunderstanding."

Ao Ye's gaze shifted from Lin Yuting's words, as if he would look at it a few more times and would make him very painful. He then said: "Now there is a very bad cultural phenomenon in the outside world called "cultivation of ugliness"... What is art? Art is advanced and has a style. It is something that makes people pleasing to the eye and think about it. All art should be aesthetics, not ugliness..."

"Some calligraphers deliberately write their characters strangely, distorted, and ugly, but they say that they are their own family and create their own school... It is simply a humiliating prose and art... At the same time, they are humiliating the IQ of those who applaud and applaud..."

Ao Ye looked at Lin Yuting and said, "You have mistakenly entered the "scrutiny of ugliness". You have no form and spirit, and you have a vulgar appearance and a disgusting body. You will feel annoying when you see it... Even the fonts of a three-year-old child are not as good as those of a font. At least, the fonts of a child are still innocent and fun is natural..."

Lin Yuting was sweating profusely on his forehead, but under the attack of Ao Ye's poisonous tongue, he knew the problem. He wiped his sweat, bowed deeply to Ao Ye again, and said, "Listen to you, it's better to read ten years of reading. Mr. Ao Ye... from today on, he will be my teacher."

thump!

The old man with a pigtail, regardless of whether he was "longer" than Ao Ye, and did not care that he had debuted decades earlier than Ao Ye, and actually knelt down in front of many old friends in the book industry.

"The ancients said, "One word is the teacher." Mr. Ao Ye didn't just teach me one word? Every word is like a knife, which makes me enlightened, stop the horse, and recreate my kindness... I must follow my master's teachings, find the beauty of calligraphy again, and understand the way of calligraphy."

Ao Ye nodded and said, "Get up."

"Thank you, Master."

"Don't call me master, I'm not going to accept you as my apprentice." Ao Ye said.

His energy is limited, and it is hard to educate his disciples...

Besides, these disciples are so old that they die as they teach...

He is afraid of parting!

Lin Yuting just wanted to get up, but after hearing Ao Ye's words, he knelt down and said, "Mr. Ao Ye doesn't accept me as a disciple, so I can't kneel here."

"Then you just kneel down." Ao Ye didn't care about such things, he didn't care about many things. He turned around and looked at Su Wenlong and said, "I have something to do, so I'll go back first."

“…”

Su Wenlong held Ao Ye's hand and said, "Sir, Lao Lin is still kneeling. Look...why would you just accept him?"

"Yes, yes, Lao Lin is sincere, Mr. Ao Ye will accept him..."

"No matter whether the teacher collects it or not, it cannot change the fact that we are disciples... How many times have the teacher taught us about our words? How many principles of writing have we taught us? This is what the teacher will do..."

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After Su Wenlong persuaded this, not only Lin Yuting refused to get up, but the others also knelt down.

The style of painting is very strange...

In the small courtyard of the Su family, among the fallen red, a group of old men with bald heads, braids, or white hair and hair were kneeling on the ground. A handsome boy who was like a character in a comic stood in the middle, arrogant and cold...

Bang!

Su Dai pushed the door open and entered, and was dumbfounded when he saw the scene inside the yard, his pupils swollen, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Ao Ye, what are you doing?"

"How can you talk to the gentleman like this?" the old man with long braids shouted.

"Don't be rude to our master..."

"Su Dai, why are you running back at this time? You, Grandpa Lin and the others, are acquiring disciples..."

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"Add to be a disciple?" Su Dai looked at the old people kneeling on the ground, then looked at Ao Ye, not wanting to stay with these old madmen, and said, "Suddenly I remember that my experiment has not been completed yet..."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away, leaping like a flying person.

"Crazy!"

"Everything went crazy!"

"A group of calligraphy masters... are willing to fall and worship a child as their teacher..."

"The key is that he dare not say anything... because it was his grandfather who led the head..."

Su Wenlong walked to Ao Ye, comforted him, and said, "These are all my old friends for decades. Everyone encouraged each other and improved together. At our age, we have everything we should have, and there is nothing to pursue... The only thing we can't rest assured is the handwriting that I have written for the rest of our lives."

"The older I am, the more obsessed with the way of calligraphy. Whether it is my dedication to the regular script or Lao Lin's devilish path... I always want to be "natural" and make the way... I can understand their sincere desire to become a disciple, so I would like to give my advice..."

Ao Ye looked at the "old men" who were kneeling on the ground and seemed extremely sincere, sighed softly, and said, "Get up."

"Sir, did you agree?" Su Wenlong asked.
To be continued...